Our constant male companion here in school, Rahul (a.k.a. "The Petulant Child"), always makes fun of our choices of reading materials. He calls it pornography...we call it romance novels. He has this annoying habit of reading it out loud which actually makes it sound worse than it really is. He laughs at phrases like "heaving breasts" and "straining against her bodice". He claims it gives us a wrong idea about love. But how can it be the wrong idea when the story lines are universal and ageless. It's the usual girl meet boy but either boy can't have girl for some reason or another. Nonetheless, boy faces all adversities to marry the girl. Or, girl and boy are forced to marry against their will. Despite their animosity to each other they can't help but fall in love. Hene, they all live happily ever after. It does sound mushy but admit it, one or two couples out there started out the same way but with a little permutation here and there. And probably not all live happily ever after. Just until they break and find someone else.



In my books, the girl always gets the boy. In my books, the boy is incapable of continuing his life without the girl. In my books, it's not only passion, but love that gives strength to both of them. In my books, I get to escape for awhile and be in some other time and some other life.

Papa's New Harley

Several years ago my father went gaga over big bikes. I forgot which one came first but now he has two: a Honda and Yamaha. One of which he actually bought from Aga Muhlach. He loved motorcycles since his youth but he came from a poor family. Eventually, responsibilities of family life put his dreams of owning one on hold. Thirty years later, he is financially stable and can find time to indulge in his hobby. Along with some buddies, they go off to far off places every sunday morning. My mom lets him because he has worked hard over the years and deserved it. My brother and I are simply amused since he's a little over five feet and not much beef in his body and yet he rides this thousand pound bike like its nothing! He spends a lot of money on the bikes too. Whenever my parents go to the US he'd stuff his baggage with saddle bags and other accessories. He'd buy clothes too...he has one that looks like an astronaut suit complete with boots.



Now, he has another baby. He recently purchased a Harley Davidson. It's just second hand but still in mint condition. My mom said he didn't want to tell my brother he bought the bike because my bro's been bugging my parents for a new car. Oh well...he's a working man anyway, he can save up for his own car. Naks! A million pogi points for you Papa!

My Brazilian Experience

Note: This may be too graphic for some people...if faint of heart or squeamish about kinky stuff, think twice before continuing.



Yesterday I felt like Carrie Bradshaw while I was on the salon bed getting my first Brazilian wax! I felt so sophisticated and I was excited to see my new look...until the first rip came. I was howling in pain! Oh, I tried waxing before. I have my upper lip and legs regularly waxed. I even tried bikini wax several time already. But to get totally bald down there...it was a different thing altogether.



Okay, maybe your asking...what got into this girl's head? I was reading Metro Magazine when I saw this article about girls going Brazilian down south. They recommended three places where Brazilian wax was offered and I chose California Nails & Day Spa in Greenhills since they're the most affordable. So saturday morning I called them to set an appointment. Ms. Len, the waxing lady, was very nice. She talked to me the whole time to get my mind off the pain. She told me the advantages and benefits of having no hair. She'd ask me to inhale then exhale as soon as she pulled the strip off my thingie. In my mind I was thinking, doesn't she get tired waxing pussies everyday? What goes through her mind while she trims those bushes? I never did get to ask her. Although I did ask if they did men? She said in their Alabang branch, a gay guy does that. Woohoo! That's a job any gay guy would want! Anyway, she asked me not to get it totally wet since the pores are still open, just clean with a damp towel. She assured me that any swelling or redness for the next few days are normal. After an hour of agony, I dressed up and went home with my new hairdo!



Twenty-four hours later, I feel okay and there's no real swelling or redness. It looks okay and I feel even cleaner. I definitely recommend women out there to try getting one. Heck, even men should trim their bushes! After all, I believe everybody should try everything once. Will I keep this new look forever? I think as long as I can stand the pain...I will!

YULO Manila

Amidst the stacks of readings and long hours of can group meetings here in school, I have found a home with three lovely ladies. One of which, I am proud to say, is the proprietor of a shoe brand that should keep all the shopaholics out there on their toes. Jaraiza Yulo and her sister Kristel are the beauties behind YULO Manila. Their shoe designs are fresh and unique! My favorite is a mustard colored pumps aptly called Dijon with three-inch heels, which I have yet to buy. You might say..."Mustard?! Yuck!" But for the true fashionistas out there, it is a must in your wardrobe. My first acquisition is actually a bakya made of white wood with a gold buckle on the black leather strap. The one-inch heels makes it comfy and stylish at the same time. I plan to get Splat next, a slingback made of white leather and black suede. Last friday, they threw a Shoe Party to launch their new line and also shout to the world their presence in the fashion industry. It was a great party! And why wouldn't it be...we were surrounded with shoes and beautiful people!



Hey, I'm not getting any shoes advertising YULO Manila! I am just a shopaholic at heart and would like to make this world a fashionable place! Also, it's not everyday I get to be friends with visionaries like Jaraiza and Kristel.



YULO Manila is sold in Ishq in Ortigas and Solea in Rockwell. The price is worth the quality and design.

Oh Pieter!

Yes...I have found another man to add to my eye-candy collection. It's none other than Peiter van den Hoogenban, a very yummy olympic swimmer from Netherlands. He won the gold in the 100 meter freestyle last August 18.



My recent Eye-Candy List includes:

1. Matthew Goode - "Chasing Liberty" (it's the accent)

2. Luke Mably - "Prince and Me" (definitely the accent!)

3. Diego Luna - "Y Tu Mama Tambien" and "Dirty Dancing 2"

4. Collin Farrel - "Phonebooth" (I love baaad boys!)

5. Chris Pine - "Princess Diaries 2" (what can I say...I'm a sucker for Prince Charming!)

6. Andy Roddick - Tennis player



...and more to come...

I am in MBA because...

...I am a very materialistic person. I am here because I want to learn how to make money because money will get me my clothes, shoes, house, and all the comforts in life. I will not be a hypocrite and claim that my ultimate goal is to make a difference in the lives of the people I will meet. I haven't matured enough to take on that challenge. I will not spout out the need for social awareness just because it will make me look good in front of my professors. I will not be pushed to do good deeds for the poor. I will help them in my own time and in my own way because I want to. And not because I need to buy a piece of heaven when I die.



Do you think I'm a truly an evil person? Does this make me a brat? This is not apathy. This is honesty. How many of you out there can really say you've done something meaningful in your lives? How many of you can actually say that the acts of selflessness that you've been doing are without motives? I gag everytime I hear someone extolling their virtues and goodness when they're actually reeking of hypocrisy...like a whore hiding beneath a virgin's gown.

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Enough said.